A.N: I told you Chapter 3 was more exciting :) This one is a tad long. Sorry, Rhy :)
Chapter 4
I kept waking up briefly a few times. I had no idea where i was.
-2 days later-
I woke up at a hospital with a drip coming out of my right arm. Suddenly, I felt a searing pain as I tried to move my feet. I think I was completely immobilised. Ten I realised I was surrounded by flowers, teddies, cards and chocolate. I tried to reach the nearest card but couldn't reach.
I groaned "Damn! I can't even reach my blimin' juice!"
Everyone popped up from various places including under my bed, the windows and the door frame.
"JESUS! Do you want me to have a hart attack?!" I gasped.
I got hugs from everyone apart from Ed and Alex. From them, I got kisses on the cheek.
"How are your hands? I owe you two my life." I gave them hugs.
"Well, they've been better." Ed said. They both raised their hands to show me blackened skin and cling film cocoons. I felt awful.
"I'm.. It's... I..." I croaked. "Will you guys ever be able to play guitar again?"
"Maybe. Depends on how they heal" Alex shrugged.
I started to cry. "It's all my fault. I should have just kicked the stuff off myself. Or have just left it." I cried. Lots.
Everyone left apart from Lauren, Becky, Charlie, Megan, Ed and Alex. I burst into hysterics.
Alex nodded to Lauren. She too the hint and dragged everyone out of the room. Charlie closed the door.
Alex and Sheeran pulled me into a tight hug.
"I should have just stayed there! Or just braved the fire and not taken the shoes! You both may never play guitar again. You may never drive again. You may need skin graphs and It's all my fault!" I starting crying again. Then I stopped completely. 3 police men walked in through the door.
"Ma'am, you and your two friends here are coming with us. Now."
One grabbed Alex's arm.
"Wait! What the hell! That isn't how this works. You tell us what's going on and try to be as peaceful as possible. We defend ourselves. You escort us all the station and only get physical if we cause hassle. You can't just walk in and grab us! That's not how it works."
He laughed "This ain't a movie or a story book kid. This is real life."
He grabbed Alex as his goons grabbed Ed.
"Out of bed. Now."
"Hell No! Not until I get a rational explanation as to why my best friends are getting dragged out of a room and why I'm getting dragged out of a bed in hospital!"
"Come with us! Now!" He moved my covers and I finally saw my leg. I know i'm black but-
(A/N: NOT A RASIST COMMENT)
-my leg looks like fried charcoal.
He winced but continued to yank me out of bed. I wasn't having it.
"Oi! Get out my room. Now!" I screamed. then I realised there were crutches for me next to my bed.
"We're not here to mess about!" He screamed in my face.
"Lemme tell you something." I pulled the guy in close. I looked over his shoulder to see the other 4 fighting with each other and my boys were killing the officers. My hands reached towards the crutches.
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